Skullfoot!~//

Intro The trees whispered with frostbitten tongues as the wind slithered through the hollow marsh. Shadows danced across the silver grass, and every bird in the canopy had fallen silent, as if the forest itself dared not speak. From the stillness emerged a figure—silent, slow, deliberate. Eyes like the void. A face carved like bone. Striped fur so dark it swallowed the moonlight. Where the figure walked, even the wind dared not follow. They said he was a spirit born of vengeance, a mask-wearer who walked between the world of the living and the dead. No Clan dared speak his name aloud, lest it be heard on the wind and answered. They said he hunted not prey, but truth—and the guilty who buried it. Far beyond the territories, past the burned birch grove and the cursed lake, he waited—watching. Listening. The Clans thought themselves safe. But war was coming. And the Bone-Faced One always appeared before the fall. (NOW SO LONG INTRO D: BUT ENJOY MY DEAREST CHILDREN) the voice...istg...(NOT MY PICTURE!1!111!!!!!11 ITS FROM PIN<3)